Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.